Apocalypse: My Items Can Upgrade Infinitely

Lin Feng completed his Awakening and Upgrade quickly. Perhaps the enhancement to Tier Two wasn’t as profound a qualitative change as his initial transformation from an Enhanced Person into an Awakener.

The Upgrade, originally estimated to take five hours, was finished in just three.

It was now almost five o’clock.

The defending soldiers were also taking turns eating and resting.

Lin Feng raised his wine glass, clinking it against the beautiful woman’s in front of him in celebration.

Chen Yanyan had opened a bottle of low-alcohol red wine; for an Awakener, such a small amount of alcohol had no effect whatsoever.

The two raised their glasses and drank, celebrating the wonderful moment.

Afterward, Lin Feng began to wolf down the delicious spread on the table.

The Awakening and Upgrade had consumed most of his body’s stored Energy.

He had not only digested all his previous food, but even the subcutaneous fat around his waist and hips had been completely metabolized.

The suppressed hunger was unleashed in full force at the scent of the delicious food.

The hunger inside him only began to subside after he had devoured five entire dishes—equivalent to three soldiers’ rations.

Once he had eaten and drunk his fill, he took the rifle slung over his back and showed Chen Yanyan the rare and dangerous weapon.

It was the one and only Orange Quality weapon in existence at the moment.

Its Basic Damage of 250 and Armor-Piercing Attribute would allow its wielder to easily dispatch several Tiger Spine Zergs.

Lin Feng was now confident he could even take down that large Tier Two Middle Stage Tiger Spine Zerg directly.

After a brief rest, Li Ran’s voice came from outside the Tank:

"Reporting, sir! Tonight’s defensive deployments are complete. Please inspect them, Mr. Lin."

Lin Feng opened his eyes, lifting his head from Chen Yanyan’s lap. He knew it was time to make an appearance.

The "inspection" was more about boosting the morale of the outpost’s defenders.

As long as he appeared at the outpost, everyone present would feel an absolute sense of security and find the courage to face the even more difficult battle ahead that night.

As Lin Feng adjusted his gear and stepped out of the Tank, he saw Li Ran, Shen Jie, and the other Commanders waiting outside, their faces filled with delight and anticipation.

Without saying much, Lin Feng followed the group to the outpost. He greeted the new recruits, who had already lost their greenness, praising them for their hard work.

In their increasingly resolute expressions, Lin Feng saw the maturity and composure of seasoned veterans.

As long as they survived the battle for Wu City, they would become elite veterans.

And Company 201 would serve as his foundation, one day expanding into a Salvation Army of thousands.

After completing his inspection, Lin Feng dismissed the other captains to their posts before leading Li Ran and Shen Jie to the center of the outpost, near the rear of the Flying Wing Tank.

Lin Feng opened the trunk and took out the few steel plates left inside.

They were standard-issue plates of Fine Steel, leftovers from a batch Han Yuxin had sent over. Each was one square meter, five millimeters thick, and weighed forty kilograms.

One plate was enough to forge five Replicas of the Level 9 Divine-level Pistol. Lin Feng had already used twenty plates to equip every Awakener on the team with a Heavy Machine Gun.

Now, looking at the ten remaining plates, Lin Feng decided to create several Replicas of the Level 19 Grenade Cannon to counter the Zerg Race’s increasingly fierce nightly assaults.

The outpost was a ring of bunkers, and even Lin Feng couldn’t be everywhere at once. It was impossible for him to cover every direction by himself.

Therefore, equipping the other captains with Level 19 Grenade Cannons was the best option.

While the Grenade Cannons weren’t powerful enough to kill a Tier Two Tiger Spine Zerg outright, several consecutive hits at close range could still severely injure one.

Slowing the Zerg Race’s advance, preventing them from destroying the fortress walls, and holding out until he arrived—this would temporarily solve the problem of uneven firepower distribution.

Lin Feng reached out, his hands covering the steel plates.

A notification from his Copy ability appeared in his vision:

"Consume 100 kg of Fine Steel to create one Level 19 Grenade Cannon?"

’A Replica of the Level 9 Divine-level Pistol only requires five kilograms of Fine Steel,’ he thought. ’I can’t believe the Level 19 Grenade Cannon needs twenty times that.’

’One ton of Fine Steel is only enough for ten Grenade Cannons.’

Lin Feng’s brow furrowed. The enormous material consumption was a hefty price to pay.

This was Fine Steel, after all, not ordinary recycled scrap iron. With the Federation’s coastal ports having fallen, access to high-quality foreign iron ore was cut off. The quality and output of domestic mines and steel mills were both plummeting...

In the future, the production of Fine Steel would only continue to decrease.

The finished Fine Steel used for weapons production had already become a controlled commodity, with regulations even stricter than those for food.

Hoarding a large amount of Fine Steel would be no easy task.

He would have to see if Hu Fei and Han Yuxin could scrounge up a stable supply channel. If not, Lin Feng would have to personally take a trip to the steel mill at Hulao Pass.

He’d have to find Sister-in-law Yurou and ask her to pull some strings.

But the steel mill was four or five hundred kilometers from his chosen site for the decisive battle, and logistics would be a major issue.

While he was pondering how to acquire Fine Steel in the future, his hands had already completed the synthesis of the Replicas.

A red light emanated from his hands, enveloping the ten remaining steel plates. The next moment, their forms began to shift, eventually solidifying into four identical, large-caliber rifles.

Lin Feng’s gaze flickered. During the Copy synthesis, he had modeled the Replicas’ appearance on a legendary, never-mass-produced weapon: a large-caliber shotgun nicknamed the "Steam Hammer."

It was also the shotgun with the highest single-shot damage in many major shooting games.

Seeing them now, looking identical to their video game counterparts, the corners of Lin Feng’s mouth curved up slightly.

As the Copy synthesis finished, the Shotgun’s Attributes appeared before his eyes: